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Once time, I had a dumbass going 52 in a 55 on an interstate in the fast lane talking on the phone. I tailgated him. He finally changed lanes and gave me a "WTF" look with his phone still by the side of his dumb head. What irony. Of course, I flicked him off and drove on by.
Tailgating to me is like me saying "excuse me" - my nice way of asking the person in front of me to move. Nothing personal.
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